Downfall RPG

For maybe something...

Who: Andre and Charity
When: Day 11, morning
Where: Kitchen

Andre had been up early. He always got up with the sunrise to pray and do a little Bible reading. Of course, he'd been doing much more of that lately, but still, morning rituals had to be kept. His food for the soul taken care of, now it was time for food for the body. He didn't know how much of a rush there usually was in the mornings, so he was actually a bit surprised that no one was in the kitchen when he got there. He didn't mind, it meant he could cook, or at least something like it, in relative peace.

Or at least he thought he would. He didn't know how long the power had been out here in the hotel- it had been out when he got here, but there was still somewhat fresh food left, so he guessed it hadn't been too long. Still, most of the breakfast items were starting to go bad. Eggs were out, the milk smelled a little funny, and worst off, there was no power for the coffee machine. Resigned, he ended up finding a bowl and just pouring dry cereal into it.

He looked into the bowl, looking sad and pathetic without any milk in it. He needed a little something else to add to it, but he had no idea what. He headed back to the pantry, hoping to find something that would compliment dry raisin bran. Maybe there's some fruit punch at least, or some fruit that ain't too bad...

Who: Mini and Taylor
Where: The roof
When: Noonish, Day 11

"Thank God there's not a lot of wind today," Taylor said as she smoothed out the blanket she'd stolen from the laundry room. It wasn't pretty, but it would do nicely. She wanted everything to be perfect today. Looking around, she found a couple of cinderblocks she could use to hold it down, just in case. They were a bit heavier than she expected and she grunted a little as she got them into place. "There. Perfect."

She double checked the "basket" she'd brought up- an abandoned suitcase with no name tag on it. She preferred it that way. It felt less like stealing with no name tag, and she didn't wonder nearly as much about what had happened to the previous owner this way either. She'd filled it with what she thought was some decent food: cheese, some summer sausage she'd socked away, a few crackers, and a couple of melons she'd found that had managed to not be too soft. It wasn't bird-monster steak, since Tayne had finished the last of it the night before, but it would be nice, and she didn't think she'd taken more than her and Mini's fair share. She'd even snagged a bottle of wine from the bar. She knew that a lot of people in the States would frown on a person her age drinking wine, but her mother had never minded if she had a glass now and then. Not that she cared.

Taylor finished setting up the place settings carefully. She didn't want to break any and have to run all the way back down to the kitchen again. She wasn't in that good shape. But nothing broke, and now all she had to do was wait. She'd slid a note under Mini's door that morning, which she'd written in both French and English in an attempt to teach her a bit of English. She'd asked Mini to meet her on the roof at noon, but didn't tell her why exactly. Just to "dress for the weather," which Mini had done. She was dressed in a somewhat nice skirt and blouse she'd found, and had even made an attempt at doing her hair in something besides her usual sloppy ponytail. While she waited, she paced a little, keeping an eye on both the door and the skies, in case any bird-monsters decided to take their revenge. She wished she still had the gun she'd gotten from Tayne, just in case, but she was hoping for the best. She checked her watch, then checked it again just to make sure. "Okay, Supergirl, let's not fuck this one up, eh?" she said to herself as she looked over the horizon.